A/N: Hey ya'll! How is everyone today? I'm extremely hyper from 2 hours of sleep, so . . . you get the point. This chapter will hopefully help me with my writers' block. If you have any suggestions at all, just PM me or review, whatever you wanna do! This chapter is in Pony's POV during the flat line moment, so . . . read on! Oh and italics are when Pony does not have a heartbeat.
Everything was already black, from sleeping, but this darkness was just . . . suffocating. Just black nothingness. I know what this is. Death. At long last.
It's not like I wanna leave Darry and Soda, but I'm not sure I could face the outside world again. I know that if I do live, I will not go back to Virginia Tech. I'll find somewhere else. I just don't care what Darry or Soda have to say about it. Soda will probably understand, but Darry probably won't. Don't get me wrong, we've gotten along much better since . . . the incident with Dal and Johnny, but that don't mean he'll approve of me just jumpin' outta that school.
The darkness is back to strangling me. I try to breathe, but take in nothing. I change my mind damnit! I don't wanna die anymore! I'll face my fear! I'll work harder! I'll get along with Darry better! Just don't let me die now!
Suddenly I see a bright white light. As I travel toward it, I realize that it's also warm. So warm. I venture ever closer, knowing that I have breathed my last and that I am dead and about to be judged by God. I just wish I could've said goodbye to the gang. 'But it is too late now', I think with my shoulders slumped, giving in to the warm pulsing light. A white ball appears out of nowhere, seemingly beckoning me to follow. But before I can, a force pulls me back. To what, I don't know. Maybe I'm on a highway to hell. Who knows and who cares.
I burst back into life with a sudden start. Around me, the room goes silent. Darry is the first one to speak.
"Pony? You okay?" He asks concernedly. I just attempt to sit up, only to fall back down clutching my chest.
"Hey, hey, take it easy little bro." Soda said softly. He smiled slightly, then burst into tears.
"D-Don't cry, Soda." I said quietly. Soda just smiled grimly and stared at me.
"Ya know, kid, you were dead for a few minutes." Two-Bit told me. I nodded slowly.
"So . . . other than that l-little mishap, how i-is everyone today?" I croaked. Everyone just stared at me incredulously. I smiled, silently thanking every god I could think of for my second chance. Now let's not forget the heavy metal gods. A heartfelt thank you to them.
Come on baby
(Don't fear the reaper)
Baby take my hand
(Don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly
(Don't fear the reaper)
Baby I'm your man
(Don't fear the reaper)
A/N: I just thought I'd add a little Blue Öyster Cult into the mix. *Starts singing* *DON'T FEAR THE REAPER* *Some random dude punches me in the face* Well then. I mean it makes some sense since Pony kinda died.
Darry: Kinda?
Me: Well maybe . . .
Soda: You killed my baby brother! You heartless bitch!
Darry: How would you like it if I killed you?
Me: Well, actually, I'd like that because I wouldn't have to listen to Soda bitch and moan and you rant and rave. So ha. Take that.
Soda: I do not bitch and moan!
Darry: Well, occasionally Soda, ya do.
Me: Oh and by the way Soda, if I was heartless, I'd be dead.
Soda and Darry: Shut up smartass.